Melodic Memories

We stood under the bridge while it was pouring.  We didn't have to say a word, I knew what you were thinking, your hand in mine.  It was as if your thoughts were pulsing through your veins and I was reading them in Morse code through your fingertips.  Suddenly I was very aware of my every flaw.  Tell me, were you?  1

There was no time left, you'd have to walk me home.  I hope the rain doesn't stain your red sweater.  It's so nice.  As we walk, I clutch your hand tighter and you shake the rain off your head.  I noticed your glasses were fogging up.  I laughed a little, I didn't even think about that.  I notice the rain is getting colder, so I think about breaking into a run but we're already stopped.  I wonder how long we've been standing here, and how much you can really see with those eyes of yours.  You stare at me as if you can see into my very soul, and it's taking you a lot of concentration to read what's written there.  I decide to stare back, but I lose patience with that.  I cock my head to the side a little, and before I know it, you are kissing me.  I try to think of what to do next, but it's like all the thought is swept away with my breath from your sudden kiss.  It's as if time has stood still forever and ever.2

I don't know how long it's been, but we're at my house now.  I can't remember how we got here, or if your tongue has left my mouth, or how I've been able to breathe.  I notice no one's home, so I let you inside.  We press up against each other like we need each other so bad.  I know I'm independent and I don't need anyone but it seems like the thing to do.  Its like you can't get close enough, and I hate to feel you struggling like that, so we make love.  3

You're exhausted and I'm exhausted but you smile and get your coat.  As you walk out the door I wonder how long its been since we talked and what were we talking about?  The area right between my legs aches and aches, so I get a glass of milk and lie down.  I wonder what you are doing right now, what you are thinking.  But most of all I wonder if you'll still think of me the same way tomorrow.4